Chapter 234

Victoria Roscente's face flushed crimson instantly.

Her fists clenched tightly. "If you're so good, why don't you play? Let's see how amazing you really are!"

Vivian Laurent walked toward the grand piano with effortless grace.

Under the crystal chandelier, her simple attire stood in stark contrast to the opulent surroundings. Curious gazes followed her every move.

Could this girl really play?

Yet her eyes held unwavering confidence.

Ethan Roscente's heart pounded. If she lost, would she really leave?

Vivian's fingers hovered above the keys.

The room held its breath.

"Wait." She paused abruptly. "Someone prepare that toad."

"How dare you!" Victoria trembled with rage.

She discreetly activated her phone's recording function. The internet would soon witness Vivian's humiliation.

"Make sure you get a clear recording." Vivian scanned the crowd. "Wouldn't want anyone accusing me of cheating."

Her tone was light, as if this were mere entertainment.

"Are you playing or not?" Victoria snapped impatiently.

Music erupted without warning.

Vivian's fingers became a blur. The same passage that had tripped Victoria flowed flawlessly under her touch.

Gasps filled the room.

Those inhuman speeds!

Victoria's face drained of color.

Vivian hadn't been lying. She hadn't lacked skill—only interest.

"My God! Are those even human hands?"

"She actually knows how to play!"

After a brief interlude, the music transformed.

"It's Rachmaninoff's Third!" someone cried out.

"She's insane! Even professionals avoid this piece!"

"Every note pushes human limits..."

The audience sat paralyzed.

Yet Vivian played with liquid ease. Sorrow, passion, mischief—every emotion danced through her fingertips.

The final note faded.

Silence.

The crowd remained spellbound, still lost in the performance's brilliance.